you make me
not me
for a while, and that is enough.
I am absorbed in your world,
where nothing is right,
and yet nothing is wrong.
a world where people love
for a night
the danger of your eyes
and your smile which
stretches
slowly
across your lips.
but then the night is over;
you switch off.
in the morning
the light filters quietly in
through cheap curtains and tired eyelids
and we struggle for comfort
on the worn out springs
of your single bed.
you sit up slowly,
run hands through my hair.
Morning, beautiful
When did we get back
I have no idea
Maybe 3
Maybe
and for a day,
I love you more than they did,
for a night.
-g.m
